The Pus Of The Dead

the movement stills
The pus of the dead is running up within you
I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying life kills
Hold on a second I want to come with you
I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying life kills
You're like a father, oh God I'll miss you
I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying life kills
Pain only stops when Mothers kiss you
I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying life kills

Everbody's got it
Every guy and girl
Wait until you snuff it
You'll have it as well
The pus of the dead is running

The pus of the dead is running
It froths up on your mouth
It comes up from your tummy
When you've run all out {?}

It is warm and sticky
It's waiting just for you
It tastes much worse than hickies
I'd rather eat my poo

I'm dying
I'm dying
I'm dying